[b]-Lilita-[/b]

Lilita lay on the sand, still motionless and mumbling out as best as she could for help, while feeling the aftereffects of the crash. At the same time, she tried her utmost to listen to the various callings of people, though the only ones she could make out were an earlier shriek and talk of a snake. Maybe if she was poisoned, that would overtake the motion-sickness..."NO, MUST. STAY. STRONG." she blurted out, but to no avail. It was at this moment that a high pitched yet regal voice was heard.

"It would probably be best if you stopped stumbling around, that can't make you feel any better. Er..."

And soon after, Lilita was being lifted by another person, this one seeming very muscular-BWURK. Her motion-sickness seemed to increase slightly as she was carried to a tree, though not nearly as much as being on a vehicle. Had she not already been motion-sick, simply being carried like this wouldn't be too bad, but right now it served as a kickstarter for a chain-reaction in her stomach. 

"You okay there? Need some water or something?" he had asked her, touching her face a few times. A second later, Lilita's face puffed up, and she quickly crawled a few feet behind the tree, hurling what was mostly saltwater all over the place. Wiping her face that was now drained of its discoloration, she crawled back over to the tree with a sigh of relief. "I think...i'm better. That was just the sea trying to kill me one last time, but now that i'm off that thrice-damned boat, i'm just slowly starting to regain my sense of normality. I don't know how they convinced me to get on such a beast. But thank you for your concern. I'm just glad no-one left me to drown in my own puke."